The dark and damp place where Old Man Zhao and Weiming were imprisoned. Weiming tried his best to enter that state of emptiness and selflessness, but the hatred for the golden thunder in the depths of his inner world turned into shackles and shackled his actions.

Inner world. Weiming is now cutting off these painful thoughts, but these thoughts and obsessions have turned into thousands of bed bugs, and Wei Ming has slapped hard, but these bed bugs have turned into tough and slender tentacles.

After several polishes, these ideological obsessions have become tenacious and abnormal, interfering with the unnamed mind, and they can't shake it at all. Weiming concentrated, concentrated, put all his own thinking, ideas, focused these rationalities on one point, condensed, condensed and formed.

Weiming's deep heart now has all kinds of thoughts that he believes in and is determined to converge, stretching out thousands of tentacles to drag him into the so-called abyss.

These thoughts were a guarantee for him to live, but in an instant, they turned into a harmful demon, trapped him, and made it difficult for him to move an inch.

In the center of the spiritual state of mind, one person was high, and below the position where the original golden thunder turned into a flying lizard, Weiming saw a glimmer of light. His own spiritual world, his spiritual world, has been pitch black since birth, and it has only been illuminated when the lizard kills.

And now at this moment, there is a faint light, directly above the heart, like a morning star guiding the unknown.

Weiming is now trapped by thousands of troubled thoughts, thousands of thoughts turned into thousands of tentacles, stalking, and extremely powerful, trying to pull him into the mire under his feet, plunge him into endless darkness, and never get out again.

Weiming struggled desperately, but the tentacles of thousands of thoughts were octopus hairy ghosts, and he couldn't break free from the shackles at all. Weiming is anxious, he has now entered the depths of his heart, if he is trapped inside, he will never be able to get out, and then eighty percent of his body will be taken away by the golden thunder that does not know where to hide and recuperate. He would rather destroy himself than succeed with the rampant murderous nature of the Golden Thunder.

Weiming began to try to control his inner world, and the inner world gradually sensed his breath, sensed that he was calling, and Weiming was conquering himself and whipping himself.

A truly strong person is one who can control his own heart. If you are tempted when you see ten thousand taels of gold, if you drool when you see delicious food, and when you see a beautiful woman sitting in your arms, you will have evil thoughts. Then he is not a strong man! He is strong on the outside and dry on the inside, and he is just an empty shell!

The unnamed is conquering oneself and overcoming oneself. Everyone will and must do this when embarking on a long journey. And some people have never done it in their lifetime, and they can't conquer others, let alone conquer the world.

"Ahh

"Boom!" a tentacle of thought couldn't withstand the outburst, and he broke it off.

Faith is yours, not yours!

Since the reason for living and the belief in survival have been established by him, they must be subordinated to him. Everyone should have faith, but the strong dominate the faith, and the weak are dominated by the faith.

"Bang!boom!boom!" moved the whole body from the very beginning, and three thoughts broke one after another. This beginning is a new journey, which is out of control.

"Ah---" is not hoarse, but still has to take his last breath. In the birth space, Weiming understands that "if you accept defeat and beg for mercy, you will really lose, and if you are indomitable, even if you can't win, you won't get defeat." ".

"Click!" Wrapped around the four sides of Weiming's body, the tentacles of thousands of thoughts on all four limbs and five bodies issued the last words, and all these obsessions were broken! From today on, Weiming is their master.

These thoughts and obsessions must be subordinated to him and obey him, but they are currently interrupted and cannot be used. But in the future, it will become a powerful weapon for him to resist the golden thunder.

"Controlling the thousands of thoughts in my heart, I have one more trick to deal with the golden thunder. Although Weiming is painful, he is even more glad that he has finally conquered his heart.

The first step of a strong person is nothing more than to defeat himself, and the first step of a weak person is nothing more than to lose to himself.

Exhausted and in pain, he fell to his knees. He was so tired that he felt like he could never stand up again. But --- climb over if you can't stand up.

Weiming crawled the ground like a poor worm, dragging his weak body, he was now physically and mentally exhausted, and he had only one thought, to become stronger!

Every step was extremely difficult, accompanied by great musculoskeletal pain in the body, gritting teeth, and not giving up.

He crept closer to the light, and the closer he got there, the more he felt the warmth, which came from the first hotbed, in his mother's womb, and this feeling was fascinating. Weiming strengthened his will and slowly crawled forward.

After a long, long time, Weiming climbed a long, long way. "You're really weak!" Weiming said to himself, "Why? Why?" He was one step away from there, just one step away from there, "Why did you climb so long, or so far!"

There is no longer the farthest distance than this, and the most difficult step is this.

One step is achieved, one thought is achieved. The first step, the first step, there are many steps---

The unnamed is an ant, the ant crawls on the ground, the unnamed is a bed bug, and the bed bug can only look up at the sky.

But ants also grow wings, and bed bugs have to fly high in the air!

"Who the hell are you!" Weiming asked himself loudly, torturing himself, what are he? ants, geniuses, weakling,--- or waste?

"I'm a genius ant!" the unknown asked himself. "I'm an ant!"

No matter how talented an ant is, you are still just an ant, you are very strong among ants, you can kill all directions, and you are called a genius by other ants, but you are somewhere else, in the face of a cockroach, you can only be ruthlessly crushed.

Some people say, "The mantis arm blocks the car, and it is not self-sufficient." What is even more ridiculous than a praying mantis blocking a car is "an ant bites a cockroach." ”

Ants and cockroaches are obviously ridiculously weak, but they have to fight to the death. This is where the sorrow of the weak lies, they never think of becoming stronger and challenging the strong, but bullying those who are weaker than themselves!

People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. But sometimes people always go with the flow.

Unnamed cried loudly. "Why are you crying?" The only one who comforted him was himself. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm crying because I've been deceived by myself!" "I lied to myself that I was so close to that light that I could touch ...... Woo......" Weiming couldn't help but sob.

"But I can't touch it at all!" Weiming looked at the light that was close at hand with vague teary eyes, and he couldn't reach it, but he couldn't touch it at all.

"Why do you cry, why do you have tears but no blood!" Weiming is not obsessed with this, not chasing that little light, but asking himself, wanting to know his suffering.

After thinking about it for a long time, in the inner world, in the spiritual world, there was only his breathing, the breathing of the soul's will. After the failure, Weiming regained his strength, he wiped away his tears, rubbed his eyes, his eyes had lost their golden brilliance, although they emitted a dull golden halo, but they lost the word Supreme, just like the different eyes of ordinary people, there was no other difference.

Weiming couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it anymore, he got rid of the old obsession, but a new obsession sprouted deep in his heart. The old obsession is hatred, and the new obsession becomes the pursuit of strength.

"I can't get that light, but since it's in my inner world, in the center, I'll be able to get it sooner or later. There will be time later. "Weiming thought about it, gradually let it go, and untied a new knot.

People say, pick it up, put it down. An old monk crossed the river with the woman in his arms, and then put it down, but the little monk beside him never forgot it, and kept thinking about it on the way back. Finally, I asked the old monk, and the old monk said, "I have let it go, but you have always remembered it in your heart." ”

People say that the bell must be tied to the bell. You have to solve your own confusion.

Although Weiming didn't get anything, the cleanliness of the heart and the purity of the inner world are the best result and the biggest gain.

The young man finally opened his eyes from a long time in his meditation, and the old man Zhao had already leaned to the side and carefully observed his changes. Old man Zhao was very curious, and his eyes were very strange.

"Old man Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Weiming asked.

"Young man, you have been at the third level of the Shi realm for a long time, it is estimated that you must have cultivated some kind of incomplete martial arts, and you got the above, but there is no such result caused by the following. "Old man Zhao finally showed his worth of being imprisoned here.

"Yes, it is true that I have cultivated a technique called "Seven Steps of Ape Flying". What I got by accident was only one page. Weiming is not sure that the kind old man in front of him must not be a bad person, and he is reluctant to reveal the identity of his master, Futu Patriarch.

"Young man, you're lying, don't lie to me, I know you're the apprentice of Futu Lao'er. It's still the only one, right?" Old Man Zhao was really hidden, and he actually found out so quickly that Wei Ming was the only personal disciple of the Futu Patriarch without any communication between the two.

"--- how do you know?" Weiming was really frightened by these words, "I didn't tell you at all, could it be that I said the dream talk?"

Weiming could only guess that he had slipped out of his mouth when he was asleep, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was wrong, he did say a dream, but only when he was rescued by the Futu Patriarch, and what he said in his dream was only a few sporadic and messy sentences. Besides, since I crossed into this world and lived in this place for a day, I haven't spoken in my dreams again.

"How did this old man Zhao know? Could it be that I really started talking in my dreams again?"

"Haha, Futu Lao'er and I are actually good friends, old acquaintances, I fought side by side with him back then!" Old man Zhao said this, and scared Weiming again.

"I've heard Master say that he does have many friends, many of whom are top players. I don't know what the strength of my predecessors is? Before he heard this, he believed him completely, but now he can't make progress, and the true qi reserves in the sea of qi are still only the size of a basket.

"I'm ......," the sloppy old man Zhao stopped abruptly halfway through his words.

"Bang!" the stone door of the cell where they were being held was opened, and sunlight poured in.